Pop Smoke – Mr. Jones Ft. Future

The Long Awaited Song From The Late American Hip-Hop Star Pop Smoke I’d Out And This Music Is Titled “Mr. Jones ft. Future”.

Actually this amazing tune is popped out of his Newly Released Album Which is titled “Faith”, and its Released in The 16th Day Of July 2021.

Listen up below!.

Pop Smoke – Mr. Jones Ft. Future MP3 DOWNLOAD

Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]

Oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh

Said we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)

We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”

Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]

She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”

I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy

The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]

She camе out the room like, “Papi, my ass hurt”

She just put up with mad work, yеah

You worried ’bout the wrong thing

That’s bad work, it’s ’bout the cash first

When you down, we run up that shower

Break it down in the back, girl

If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours

You can’t put me first, that’s backwards

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]

Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck

She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”

Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]

She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”

I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy

The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung

[Verse 2: Future]

We in Sky-ami (We in Sky-ami)

Go all the way up (All the way up)

Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, better go fuck (Better go fuck)

Bitch can’t put no panties on, got dope in my cup (Yee)

Take a Visa to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah

Top of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper bringin’ fire and fresh you can’t find in the store

My bitch gon’ step on a bitch in Dior

Smokin’ out the pound, drink out the bottle

Mermaid, pussy taste like some water

Jimmy Choos shoes, Manolo Blahniks

Copped the new jewels just for the fun of it

Got the number two, shorty rewind

Got the plaques, now she found out her own

Got the smashes, every day like a goon

Million dollars, drip got me on the moon

I be takin’ shit down like a tycoon

All the solitaries tryna patrol

Sagittarius when I walk in a room

Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones (I’m Mr. Jones)

Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones (I’m Mr. Jones)

Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones (I’m Mr. Jones)

(I’m outta here, hahaha)

[Chorus: Future, Pop Smoke, Both]

Said we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones)

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (Ready to fuck)

She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”

Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck (Oh yeah)

Said we in Miami (We in Sky-ami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones)

With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (Ready to fuck)

She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough” (Fat enough)

Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]

She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?”

I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us

She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy

The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung